The rain this morning falls

今早的雨

on the last of the snow

下在最后的雪上

and will wash it away. I can smell

将把它冲走。我又

the grass again, and the torn leaves

可以闻草的味道，叶子残破

being eased down into the mud.

被慢慢埋入泥里。

The few loves I've been allowed

我尚能保留的几份情

to keep are still sleeping

仍在西海岸沉睡。

on the west coast. Here in Virginia

这里是弗吉尼亚，

I walk across the fields with only

我走过田野，做伴的

a few young cows for company.

只有几只小牛。

Big-boned and shy,

它们骨架蛮大，

they are like girls I remember

怕羞，像我记忆中的

from junior high, who never

初中女生，从不说话，

spoke, who kept their heads

总是低着头，

lowered and their arms crossed against

双手合抱在胸前，挡住

their new breasts. Those girls

新萌的乳房。那些女生

are nearly forty now. Like me,

如今年过四十了。也像我，

they must sometimes stand

她们肯定会有时候

at a window late at night, looking out

在深夜站在窗口，望着

on a silent back yard, at one

静谧的后院，盯着

rusting lawn chair and the sheer walls

生锈的长椅、别人家

of other people's houses.

陡峭的屋墙。

They must lie down some afternoons

肯定的是她们会躺在某些午后

and cry hard for whoever used

哭得伤心，为了那曾经

to make them happiest,

令她们快乐无比的每一位，

and wonder how their lives

疑惑于她们的人生怎能

have carried them

带着他们走了这么久，

this far without ever once

而不曾对谁有过

explaining anything. I don't know

一丝解释。我不明白

why I'm walking out here

我为什么会走到这里，

with my coat darkening

外衣越来越暗，靴子

and my boots sinking in, coming up

陷得越来越深，拔脚时

with a mild sucking sound

发出轻轻的吮吸声，

I like to hear. I don't care

听得悦耳。我不在乎

where those girls are now.

那些女生现在去了哪儿。

Whatever they've made of it

她们做成了什么，人生

they can have. Today I want

就有什么。而今天，

to resolve nothing.

我什么也不要解决。

I only want to walk

只想就这么走着，

a little longer in the cold

在雨的冷飕飕的

blessing of the rain,

祝福中，再走一段，

and lift my face to it.

仰一点儿脸，迎着雨。

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